A letter to hate

I can make my own world.

Who are you and who am I?
You are you, and so do I.

People hates,
People loves,

I can tell you the truth,
that peoples hate you.

We are not diffrent at all,
It just me that wasn't tall.

I just can keep myself down,
to remind me I'm on the ground.

You can spread the world who you are,
but you can't tell us who we are.

Romance

by Edgar Allan Poe

Romance, who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—most familiar bird—
Taught me my alphabet to say,
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child—with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky;
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings,
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things—
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.

To You

by Walt Whitman

LET us twain walk aside from the rest;
Now we are together privately, do you discard ceremony,
Come! vouchsafe to me what has yet been vouchsafed to none—Tell me the whole story,
Tell me what you would not tell your brother, wife, husband, or physician.

Shining Night

I walked alone
To got home

I uphold my head
To see what's going up there

I see it shining
Looks like a Cristal clear

The sky is dreaming
I'll take the silver lining

Like theres nothings dry
Like theres always fine

I found its alright tonight
Feelings are too fine tonight 

Look at the stars
Look at the moon

They're gazing
Eyes be mesmerizing 

I have a long night
A night to be longed